User blog comment:Lordsunflash/The War For Mossflower/@comment-3135907-20110815203315

On the Southern Shores sits a boat. Sand is gathering around its sides after several hours of abandonment. Meanwhile, at a sand dune overlooking the Juska encampment, three vermin are lying on their stomachs, peeking over the edge at the vast assortment of tents and dwindling campfires. "Y' think Veridu's in a better mood this time, Flecky?"
 * "How should I know, stupid." Flecla slaps Skorab roughly. "We're waitin' `til ev'nin', idjit, an' not before, nor after, so shuttup an' keep watchin' `til I say we're goin' in."